A bad day is a flower growing too,

maybe a whole pea shoot,

upended by some sidetracked gardener

trying to hoe a line

that just keeps bending and turning

like the seasons

and my mind.

We have to decipher in that instant

- the uprooting -

do we try to replant a fragile pea

or just give up on it entirely;

and if our hopes for pods will perish,

are we wise enough to see in those leaves

a possible salad delicacy?

Or do we just wish to put our head upon a pillow,

ignoring potential saves?